LOGINAria Blackwood walked into Damien Cross's boardroom with three years of work and left with a broken bond and a shattered heart. He felt it — the pull of fated mates — and rejected her anyway. Too poor. Too plain. Too ordinary for an Alpha of his status. So she disappeared. Just not the way he expected. Three years later, Aria returns as the powerful CEO of Silvermoon Enterprises, quietly dismantling Damien's empire from the inside. She is polished, untouchable, and done waiting for apologies. But beneath the business rivalry lies a truth darker than rejection — someone orchestrated everything. Someone who has been watching Aria her entire life. Because Aria is not who she thinks she is. She is the missing heir of the most powerful wolf dynasty in North America, carrying the rarest bloodline in existence. Her ordinary life was never an accident. It was a trap. Now ancient enemies are closing in, a prophecy is demanding to be fulfilled, and the little boy she adopted is hiding a secret that will shake the entire supernatural world. Damien destroyed her with one choice. Earning her back may cost him everything.
View MoreDamien's POVMarcus returned to us at ten forty-three.I knew the time because I had been watching the clock the way you watch something when you're managing the urge to act before the moment is right. He came from the direction of the main entrance, unhurried, stopping twice to greet people, and when he reached us his expression was the same careful neutral it had been all evening.But his eyes were different."Walk with me," he said.We moved toward the quieter edge of the room, the three of us, Lucas falling into step slightly behind. The music had shifted to something slower and the crowd had thinned at the edges as people migrated toward the bar and the tables near the back."Selene made a second call," Marcus said. "Voss has been instructed to stand down for tonight.""She's pulling back," Aria said."She's regrouping. There's a difference." He looked at me. "The council member she has in her pocket is Gerald Howe. Northern territory representative, been on the council eleven ye
Aria's POVVanessa was standing near the champagne table when we walked back in.She saw Damien first. Then she saw me beside him and something crossed her face so fast I almost missed it. Not surprise. Recalculation.She was good. I'd give her that.Damien didn't look at me when he said, "Give me three minutes."I nodded and moved left toward a cluster of guests near the center of the room. Lucas materialized at my shoulder without being summoned. Marcus drifted to the right, casual, positioning himself where he could see both Vanessa and the entrance where Selene was still standing with her champagne and her careful smile.I didn't watch Damien cross the room. I didn't need to.I focused on Selene.She was older in person than in the surveillance photographs. Late fifties, well maintained, the kind of woman who had learned to make stillness look like power. She hadn't moved from her position near the entrance since we'd come back down. She was holding her ground, which meant she was
Aria's POVVanessa was standing near the champagne table when we walked back in.She saw Damien first. Then she saw me beside him and something crossed her face so fast I almost missed it. Not surprise. Recalculation.She was good. I'd give her that.Damien didn't look at me when he said, "Give me three minutes."I nodded and moved left toward a cluster of guests near the center of the room. Lucas materialized at my shoulder without being summoned. Marcus drifted to the right, casual, positioning himself where he could see both Vanessa and the entrance where Selene was still standing with her champagne and her careful smile.I didn't watch Damien cross the room. I didn't need to.I focused on Selene.She was older in person than in the surveillance photographs. Late fifties, well maintained, the kind of woman who had learned to make stillness look like power. She hadn't moved from her position near the entrance since we'd come back down. She was holding her ground, which meant she was
Damien's POVMarcus found the room.Third floor, east wing, a private boardroom the hotel kept for corporate events. He had a key inside four minutes, which told me he'd planned for this possibility before we arrived. I didn't ask how. With Marcus, some things were better left alone.Aria walked in first. Lucas came in behind her and closed the door. I stood near the window and Marcus took the chair at the head of the table like he'd been sitting there his whole life.Nobody spoke for a moment.Then Aria put both hands flat on the table and looked at Marcus directly."You've known about Selene Ashworth.""Yes," he said."How long?""Longer than I should have stayed quiet about it." He didn't look away from her. "I want to say I was protecting you by gathering more information first. That's partially true. The other part is that I wasn't certain how much Damien could handle at once, and I made a judgment call I'm no longer certain was right."I looked at him. "You should have told me."
Damien's POVI watched her process it.Aria didn't panic. She didn't demand explanations or fill the silence with questions. She stood with her hand still on the door handle and looked at me the way someone looks at a map they're realizing has been wrong the whole time."Sit down," she said finally
Aria’s POV "You don't have to do this tonight," Lucas said."I know.""We can leave. Make him sweat another six months. The contracts are already —""Lucas." I straightened my clutch under my arm and looked at him. "I'm not doing this for the contracts."He studied me for a moment, then nodded onc
Damien’s POV I stared at the folder for a long time.Marcus didn't speak. He sat back in his chair and let me read, which told me he already knew how bad it was going to be.The first page was a photograph. A woman, elegant and severe, standing at the head of a conference table with the kind of au
Aria’s POV"You're doing it again," Lucas said."Doing what?""Staring at nothing like it owes you an apology."I pulled my eyes away from the window and looked at him across the kitchen counter. He was leaning against it with his arms crossed, watching me the way he always did — steady, unhurried,






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